Your Daily Paws

Day: May 6, 2007

  • 20070506-Reaction Factors

    Dump energy grave
    No more horno microwave !
    Burn our food of crave
    Too busy or lazy slave
    Faster cooking to us save

    Break energy wall
    Install hovercrafts for all!
    Spraying planes will stall.
    Three bucks per gallon gas fall.
    Oil users slow to a crawl.

    Cool to own fried brain?
    Cellphone, ‘eye-pod’ cancer gain!
    Wired, ear-hole chain
    Program all minds to insane
    Flip the switch; energy drain!

    Mind-programming mode
    Internet shockwaves explode
    Music lovers’ code
    Movies, airtimes nonsense load
    Visual, audio node

    Mouthful to shirk
    Mercury fillings rework
    Fluoride toothpaste lurk
    Radiated X-rays jerk!
    Skull filled implants mental quirk

    Atomic fusion
    Radiation contusion
    Nature’s conclusion
    Nuclear blood transfusion
    Warp genetics intrusion

    Vaccination fears
    Mercury injections spears
    Autism appears!
    Neurotoxin death adheres
    Bio-pharmaceutical cheers

    Cosmetic beauty
    Silicon implants snooty
    Liposuction bootie
    Prettier clones for booty
    Souls slaved by gay pride fruity!

    Styrofoam taste — stinks!
    Aluminum flavored drinks
    Processed foods ad jinks
    As upside down burger blinks
    Fresh squeezed, organic picked thinks

    Cloning of nature
    Finding medical ill’s cure.
    Save many lives lure
    Seeds and feeds controlling poor
    Nothing left: unsure and pure.

    Nine dark samples of polluting tanka in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070506-Dream Journal

    Indoor building — lots of air, echoing, brightly lit
    I climbed up to a contraption up stairs.
    The white walls and white contraption
    Recline legs up on contraption
    Swinging forward and back
    Exit to back carefully. Downwards

    Previous dream walking among similar
    But familiar place of light outdoors
    Walking somewhere.

    A poem in free-verse.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070506-Daily Diary

    20070504-10:49PM
    Fluffy, oil free cheap
    Clouds are no legs found on sheep.
    Into twilight sleep
    Sounds of howling earful beep
    Picking boogers nostril deep

    20070504-09:29PM
    Some to come home how
    No-where, some-where, here and now
    When pigs flying avow,
    Hell freezes over allow
    Or songs by fat lady cow

    20070504-06:22PM
    A feeling before
    To love me as a first score
    A forgotten lore
    Through subconscious blessed snore
    Dreaming always ever more

    Three more poems of ‘Qui! It’s not me but we!’ tanka in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved. (more…)

  • 20070506-Daily Diary

    In the morning strain —
    May first to fourth with some rain.
    Clear blue skies again —
    In the afternoon domain.
    Fluffy clouds and sylphs maintain.

    Stupid trails disdain:
    May days of Sat and Sun pain —
    Few crisscross by planes.
    Sneezing boogers windy reign
    Sleepiness energy drain.

    Two more weather-related poems of tanka in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070506-Dream Journal

    I saw myself viewing people.
    From the back, inside this train.
    It was somewhat well lighted
    With a window to my left.

    We were going somewhere fast.
    And entered from right to left
    And laid down in the middle
    Of clothes or materials.

    Our heads were to the left side.
    He was to my left hand side.
    I was to his right hand side.
    Another person was there.

    With my left elbow, I propped
    myself up and didn’t feel
    the bunched clothes underneath me.
    Later, after traveling

    there were people making noise
    which was outside to the right.
    Of the door where we came in.
    I found myself being placed

    Slowly inside the female
    And I opened my eyes
    And looked around with her eyes.
    I felt and saw the same man

    Of black besides to my left.
    He was trying to kiss me
    Several times and gently.
    I refused to part my lips.

    A poem of seven stanza with seven syllables in free-verse.

    Author’s note: Interesting, eh? There are several more mini-dreams as vivid as this but forgotten upon rising from sleep. Most are not nightmares but traveling among places and meeting of people.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070506-Dream Journal

    The Feds visited my dreams!
    Looked around my neighborhood
    They went into my backyard
    From the right side of the fence.

    One bent over to pick up
    A green muffin-sized object
    And tossed to another fed
    They laughed out loud as I looked.

    They took another muffin —
    a larger skillet-sized one
    With golden shavings inside.
    Some resin was sticking out.

    I explained it healed the Earth.
    These were my gifts to the Earth.
    I told them that it contained
    Resin and aluminum.

    I followed them to their van,
    Which was located nearby
    And adjacent to our house.
    There were people over there.

    I never saw my objects
    Again as I held two more
    In each hand behind my back.
    And I continued to stare.

    A black man came up to me
    And asked if I was with the
    Government. But I smiled back
    At him and didn’t answer.

    He proceeded to enter
    To the front door of our house.
    He opened with his left hand.
    He was to my left hand side.

    I stepped in front of him and said,
    ‘I’m the only one of four
    Living inside of this house.’
    We both walked down the driveway.

    And towards the house in front.
    He said the objects hurt him.
    He was to my right hand side.
    He showed me both of his eyes —

    First the left and then the right
    The darkness of his pupils
    filled the whiteness of his eyes
    And then returned to normal.

    I apologized to him.
    And we both laughed well out loud.
    I told him that these muffins
    also hurt me. We walked more.

    A poem of twelve stanzas with seven syllables in free-verse.

    Author’s note: My dreams this year regarding healing the Earth have increased. Please continue your boosting efforts by gifting. They are really desperate for some LOVE.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.